London. 1888. The reign of Jack the Ripper. &quot;Where do you keep his memories?&quot; &quot;No!&quot; she shouted. &quot;No, I can't!&quot; She started shaking uncontrollably. &quot;You have to!&quot; I told her. &quot;It's in there. Who you are is locked away with his memories. If we're going to figure this out, I need to see those. No matter what.&quot; &quot;Do you know what you're asking me to do?!&quot; she screamed. &quot;Do you have _any_ idea how long I had to work to hide those memories away? If you let them out, I'll have to live with them. _Forever!_&quot; &quot;No,&quot; I told her, standing firm. &quot;You can't run from this. This is _who you are_!&quot; &quot;_I don't care!_&quot; She was borderline hysterical with fear. So much so that she struck me. I looked at her. Her eyes were wide with fear. No, not merely fear. She was terrified! &quot;What...&quot; my voice caught. &quot;What did he do to you?&quot; I stood there, not saying anymore. Waiting for her to make a final decision on this. I wouldn't force it. Tears started running down her face. She stood up, took my hand, and said, &quot;I'll show you.&quot; 2008-03-18T13:29:26Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/24987 <p>Ya, it should!<br />LoA</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/24987?basename=49569 2008-03-18T13:29:26Z Blusparrow http://ficlets.com/authors/blusparrow <p>Wow. <em>This</em> should be good.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/24987?basename=49550 2008-03-18T12:35:35Z Jenunique http://ficlets.com/authors/jenunique